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Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I wasn't me

When the washing machine leaks buckets

and you stand transfixed and never tell me

or I want a badly earned cup of tea

but you decided it would be fun to pour the milk away

 

Sometimes I wish I was someone else

When you smash one of my favorite things

because you like the sound

or you use the toilet on display

to relieve  yourself

 

And boy just sometimes

do I wish I wasn't me?

When all your questions leave me addled

and all your screaming leaves me deaf

with fear of another thundering sameness day

 

Who would I be?

The posh Mary with the new fence that never rusts?

The perfect house and shiny windows

No  not for me too boring

 

The women that rent the new complex

I dont even know there names

Than dress up in all the latest gear

Go to the woman with the green door

for beautification

have meals out and wine at home

No, not me at all.

 

Right now I'm glad I'm me again

As you wrap your arms around me

Towering over me,

and give me a goodnight kiss

 

None of those other women

are as sure as me that

the kisses they get are as loving

or genuine as the ones you give me

 

None of those other glamorous women

with their uncomplicated lives

and false nails

are as sure of a lifetime of love

as I am

I just forgot my gratitude

 

If I wasn't your Mom,

I dont know who Id be.......

Yes I know now

I know who Id be!

Id be bewildered!

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May 9, 2011
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